Lucky Roux had come on orders to test the Straw Hat Pirates' true strength, to see whether these young people Shanks placed such high hopes in were truly worthy of setting foot on Laugh Tale, of changing this chaotic world.
"Disappointed?" Sanji sneered and flexed his numb right foot. The modifications from Germa's Lineage Factor gave his body recovery abilities far beyond an ordinary person's, and within moments, the numbness was rapidly fading. "Then open your eyes and watch. These 'Black Legs' will kick the fat off you, piece by piece!"
His gaze grew sharper, like a blade drawn from its sheath, and the air around him turned fierce-he was about to show his true abilities, to make this fat man understand that the Straw Hat Pirates' cook was no pushover. His black legs could not only create exquisite food, but also protect his companions and drive back powerful enemies.
"Soru!"
With a low shout, Sanji vanished from the spot.
He became a black streak of light, moving at high speed through the scorching air and trailing a string of blurred afterimages. Every movement left a faint black trail in the air. Two years of hellish training had honed his Soru to its limit. He could cover over a hundred meters in a second, moving so fast that his true figure was impossible to make out.
He did not rush to attack. Instead, he circled Lucky Roux at high speed, constantly shifting positions, unleashing his Observation Haki to its fullest to carefully sense every movement in Lucky Roux's body-he was searching for an opening, a weakness in this seemingly perfect defense of fat.
Yet through his Observation Haki, Lucky Roux's body remained like a massive, solid mountain. No matter which direction he probed from, all he sensed was a steady,